Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

greatest car chase music ever?

current mood; playing "Alech Taadi" or "Mona Lisa Overdrive" as the soundtrack for chase scenes. Currently I think Mona Lisa works because it sounds vaguely *like* Alech Taadi, which is otherwise the clear winner.

darn, I used too much cornstarch in these green beans and it's just not very appealing to me.

it’s funny how some D&D monsters - owlbears, bulettes, rust monsters, am I forgetting more? - started as stats grafted on whatever cheap crummy toys Gygax and his friends had around, but D&D’s success means truly exceptional artists have dumped effort into portraying ‘em since.

Lords of Acid’s “Cane Me Daddy.” The “Direct Prostate Stimulation Club Mix.”

Did you know that if you leave work early, get your car serviced, and that eats a crap ton of money, it doesn’t actually make you want to ditch work less and, in fact, makes you feel even more trapped at your job?

Okay, I loved a lot of how The Northman looked, I loved a lot of how it felt, but the story just doesn't satisfy.

I *love* the idea of Amleth being this unchanging character, so completely set on his vengeance that he fucks over his entire life and everyone connected to him... but then the movie tells us again and again that naw, he's perfectly in the right, Valhalla awaits him, Olga loves him, and eh he didn't need his mother and halfbrother anyway. Fjolnir and his henchmen are always purely villainous, and his mother and halfbrother are trying to kill him, so he never has to truly regret murdering anyone.

At NO point does he go, "I am burdened with glorious purpose and though I would it were not so, this is my wyrd and I must see this thing done."

There's like 2-3 minutes of doubt maybe which gets obliterated quickly so he can get back to yelling and running around without pants. *Nobody* around him changes either. There's also no real sense that he's kinda lost himself in beserking and raiding, and needs to actually follow his wyrd to truly be satisfied, so all the time he's in Russia and talking to Bjork doesn't really further the plot aside from setting up how he can get to Iceland.

Everyone goes from point A to point B to point C without D really complicating anything. We're given all the trappings of a tragedy and then it's presented as a documentary.

dude dude dude checkitout this is from literally last Friday

Brass Against - Immigrant Song (Led Zeppelin Cover) ft. Cunio https://youtu.be/dpV1xFup_3Y via @YouTube

HOOVER
HE WAS A BODY REMOVER
I'LL GIVE YOU A DOSE BUT IT CAN NEVER COME CLOSE
TO THE RAGE BUILT UP INSID'A ME
FIST IN THE AIR IN THE LAND OF HYPOCRISY

sadly the vocals about how she's sexy, loves her body and how she's gonna touch herself, from Lords of Acid's "The Most Wonderful Girl," don't entirely line up with Hugo Weaving's dialogue

but the imminently danceable beat does really work as soundtrack for the Big Burly Brawl

anyway, I drew some dinosaurs today. #Cretaceous #Madagascar #drawing

real anarchist of you to oppose covid protective measures and go right on touring, JUST like Trump and Boris and Biden every other repressive profiteering moneymaker wants you to say. I can see you're real punk rock right there m8.

DON'T BE TOLD WHAT YOU WANT!
DON'T BE TOLD WHAT YOU NEED!
THERE'S NO FUTURE
NO FUTURE
NO FUTURE FOR YOU!
G-D SAVE THE QUEEN,
WE MEAN IT MAN!
WE LOVE OUR QUEEN

HERE IT COMES BABY AH'M DROPPIN' MAH LOAD
AH AIN'T JUST ON IT, AH _AM_ TH' COMMODE!
The power of the toilet must never be abused!
He must be sponged, he must be plunged, lest carnage should ensue!
If a dead sheep were to clog him, who KNOWS what would arise?
Maybe he'd summon the Master. Wouldn't THAT be a surprise?

Today, I've discovered that doing nothing can be profoundly tiring if it's a stressy enough nothing.

So I ditched work early and took the car to the shop. Battery and alternator are bad, and I’m trying to parse this as “lucky to find this out this way and now rather’n somewhere on I5 at a less convenient time,” but… ow.

I also made optometrist and dentist appointments now that I have insurance. Theoretically I should feel accomplished and adaptable; actually I just feel scared.

Sleepy. Today’s going slow and I kinda want to talk to someone about;
* some really mixed feelings about Jewish identity in TTRPGS
* feelings about my boss’s paternity leave and actions, about my job, Twitter and retaining optimism
* stuff with my parents
* just wanting reassurance that my weird kinks are okay

About an hour after I close the blinds because the glare is way too bright, hail was coming down. Weather like this keeps me from getting too homesick for Michigan.

“What can live with a Majungasaurus” very little, dude, they’re always hanging out on the couch playing Xbox and there’s titanosaur leftovers taking up fridge space for five plus freakin weeks, and I keep telling them to smoke pot OUTSIDE.